mindshattering.
A little chuckle left her lips as she considered the fact that a really good kiss should be disruptive. At least in fantasies, the right man could knock your socks off with the right press of lips. It was really too bad that reality shattered fiction when the two collided.
“Was that an actual laugh?”
Cassandra gasped and jumped back. Cole emerged from a shadow like a demon, complete with the radiation of power that went along with nightmare tales. She clamped her jaw shut as she tried to gain a handle on her racing emotions. Her heart was suddenly pounding away as though she’d been running instead of practically standing still.
“Ironic satirical enjoyment of the moment.” Cassandra offered him a sarcastic shrug of her shoulders with her comment. One of his eyebrows rose as Cole crossed his arms over his chest. Something new caught her eye as his uniform coat pulled back from his right wrist to display a two-inch-wide wristband that looked vastly different from the one he’d been wearing that morning. Her gaze tried to linger on the slight view of corded strength along his forearm before she forced her attention to his jacket. It was deep maroon now with a black edging.
“ The black edging means they have the authority to kill …”
Her memory yielded that detail instantly as she looked at the way the uniform coat suited Cole. The next word that flashed through her brain was “warrior” and it stuck like tar.
“Get pinned today?”
Cole couldn’t help but enjoy the military term for newly applied rank. The first time you got to wear a new rank insignia, it was pinned on you, usually by a family member. Today had been a bittersweet moment as he donned a Judgment Official uniform without his dad there to hand him the new rank. The way Cassandra’s eyes lingered on his chest chased any melancholy away as heat rose in his cock. It was an immediate reaction to her and somewhat startling.
“Pinned?”
Cassandra jumped and cussed under her breath as she swung around to find Dyne considering her. The second warrior offered her a small pleased expression for having approached her without her notice. Forgetting that these Alcandians worked in teams was a really big detail to overlook.
As in really stupid.
“It’s an Earth military term for promotion.” Cole returned his attention to Cassandra. “Yes, I did take a promotion today.”
His voice was deep and rich with pride. She could see it shimmering in his eyes and a smile lifted her lips before she clamped her sense down on the friendly expression. He looked good, damn fine, and that was a fact. She’d never seen a Ranger in dress uniform who looked more at home.
“Thank you, Cassandra.”
Cole’s voice was low and she looked at him suspiciously. “I didn’t congratulate you, Somerton.” He frowned as she tagged his surname onto her comment. Keeping it formal between them felt more secure than letting his name slip over her lips.
“On Alcandar, we do not use family names. They are a means for record-keeping and portray a distance when used in conversation.”
Dyne’s voice was too authoritative for her taste. Cassandra eyed the large male and smiled brightly at him. “Sounds good to me. What’s your family name?”
“You will address me as Dyne.”
“In your dreams.”
The words barely passed her mouth before Dyne was inside her mind. He just appeared there like another sense had suddenly flipped on, flooding her with bright awareness. Her mind stung like your eyes did when you turned on the light in a pitchblack room. Cassandra yelped before she tried to back away from the invasion. She stumbled and landed on her butt instead. The impact was just traveling up her spine to explode against her skull when her body became weightless. Dyne was suddenly surrounding her. His body was rock-solid behind her as she caught the first trace of what he smelled like. Alcandians must produce musk, because the scent of his skin went
A little chuckle left her lips as she considered the fact that a really good kiss should be disruptive. At least in fantasies, the right man could knock your socks off with the right press of lips. It was really too bad that reality shattered fiction when the two collided.
“Was that an actual laugh?”
Cassandra gasped and jumped back. Cole emerged from a shadow like a demon, complete with the radiation of power that went along with nightmare tales. She clamped her jaw shut as she tried to gain a handle on her racing emotions. Her heart was suddenly pounding away as though she’d been running instead of practically standing still.
“Ironic satirical enjoyment of the moment.” Cassandra offered him a sarcastic shrug of her shoulders with her comment. One of his eyebrows rose as Cole crossed his arms over his chest. Something new caught her eye as his uniform coat pulled back from his right wrist to display a two-inch-wide wristband that looked vastly different from the one he’d been wearing that morning. Her gaze tried to linger on the slight view of corded strength along his forearm before she forced her attention to his jacket. It was deep maroon now with a black edging.
“ The black edging means they have the authority to kill …”
Her memory yielded that detail instantly as she looked at the way the uniform coat suited Cole. The next word that flashed through her brain was “warrior” and it stuck like tar.
“Get pinned today?”
Cole couldn’t help but enjoy the military term for newly applied rank. The first time you got to wear a new rank insignia, it was pinned on you, usually by a family member. Today had been a bittersweet moment as he donned a Judgment Official uniform without his dad there to hand him the new rank. The way Cassandra’s eyes lingered on his chest chased any melancholy away as heat rose in his cock. It was an immediate reaction to her and somewhat startling.
“Pinned?”
Cassandra jumped and cussed under her breath as she swung around to find Dyne considering her. The second warrior offered her a small pleased expression for having approached her without her notice. Forgetting that these Alcandians worked in teams was a really big detail to overlook.
As in really stupid.
“It’s an Earth military term for promotion.” Cole returned his attention to Cassandra. “Yes, I did take a promotion today.”
His voice was deep and rich with pride. She could see it shimmering in his eyes and a smile lifted her lips before she clamped her sense down on the friendly expression. He looked good, damn fine, and that was a fact. She’d never seen a Ranger in dress uniform who looked more at home.
“Thank you, Cassandra.”
Cole’s voice was low and she looked at him suspiciously. “I didn’t congratulate you, Somerton.” He frowned as she tagged his surname onto her comment. Keeping it formal between them felt more secure than letting his name slip over her lips.
“On Alcandar, we do not use family names. They are a means for record-keeping and portray a distance when used in conversation.”
Dyne’s voice was too authoritative for her taste. Cassandra eyed the large male and smiled brightly at him. “Sounds good to me. What’s your family name?”
“You will address me as Dyne.”
“In your dreams.”
The words barely passed her mouth before Dyne was inside her mind. He just appeared there like another sense had suddenly flipped on, flooding her with bright awareness. Her mind stung like your eyes did when you turned on the light in a pitchblack room. Cassandra yelped before she tried to back away from the invasion. She stumbled and landed on her butt instead. The impact was just traveling up her spine to explode against her skull when her body became weightless. Dyne was suddenly surrounding her. His body was rock-solid behind her as she caught the first trace of what he smelled like. Alcandians must produce musk, because the scent of his skin went
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